Hello again everyone; yes, it is I, Chess the excellent purebred border collie, here to entertain and delight you as best I can. You may remember me from such posts as “Dear County Assessor” and “Dumb Garden Pictures”, among so many others.
Here I am in a highly atmospheric pose. I could be Sidney Greenstreet sitting in the dark in the back room of some seedy establishment somewhere in the Mediterranean, illuminated only by the jalousies. I could be, but I’m not; this is my fort.
What a day we had today. The guy I live with said he didn’t get enough sleep last night, because there was a mouse caught in the Tin Cat, and I got all scared, and the guy I live with went downstairs to let the mouse out of the Tin Cat, into the garage, and then I went back to sleep, with my nose facing the window, and the guy I live with rested his left arm on my rear end, like a pillow sort of, which he does a lot, and then I had a rare attack of what they call in polite circles wind, more or less right smack in the guy I live with’s face, so the night didn’t go as smoothly as it almost always does.
The guy I live with put up more fencing, and had to place the pickets behind the hedge of New Mexican privet (Forestiera neomexicana), since he didn’t feel like cutting the whole hedge to the ground. He cut himself so much on the branches he looked like he’d fallen asleep in a cactus garden.
This is what the construction site looked like. I bet you wish your garden was this elegant. Those are big privet branches on the right.
The neighbor kid came over when the school bus dropped him off; there wasn’t anyone home at his house so he came over here until someone came to get him. This happens from time to time and I must say I don’t much care for little kids. Usually he stays in the living room, reading my mommy’s Donald Duck comic books, while I stay outside, unhappy, but today I stayed inside and he stood on the path watching the guy I live with put up pickets.
I could hear the neighbor kid talking. “My grandma has a thousand trees and some of them are bananas and there are monkeys and it’s going to be another botanic gardens and I saw a garden snake once and I got scared because it jumped out at me and then I walked back to the house and then …..” The guy I live with said about three words.
Here’s the tree wrapping job the guy I live with did in the dark last night. You might be able to see why my mommy called him “Mister Fixit”.
Meanwhile, the pods are being neglected. This is what fell in just one day. I’m not going to rake them up. I don’t know why the solar light, on the left, leans the way it does, but it does.
Well, that’s about it. The guy I live with can barely move. His right leg hurts, he bled all over the patio, he has Achilles tendinitis, and arthritis, and his back hurts, so he says it was a good day.
I guess I’ll go now.